...Why is everything getting worse?
Sammie said she saw... Him, and she acted... Hollowed. I hope it's a joke. I fucking hope it's a joke so I can stop crying and figure out what to do when I need to go outside today.
He was outside yesterday. I knew He was. I knew this was the time for me to magically turn into a badass and invent a lightning gun or something to take him on, but... I was always so afraid, even when I was little. I had nightmares all the time. Fears of being taken away.
I think I dreamt of Him when I was little. Everything was distorted. It was like I was underwater...
Yggdrasil. The world tree is reassuring, for me. Always was. Why did I dream of it drowning in black water?
...I shouldn't even bother asking.
I'm too afraid of ever doing anything. I can't test random objects, see what rules he conforms to at the moment - all I can do is reassure myself that the walls around my house are real and won't collapse the second I look away. I hate this.
I hate it all so much.